The first one involved my mother. She died. Some sort of complication. I was very numb in the dream. . .I didn't cry and was mostly not phased by it. Most of my pain came from having to see how it affected my dad.
I went to work like any other day. Somehow death came up on conversation and I casually commented that my mother had recently died. Everyone at work began freaking out and getting concerned with how I was behaving by it. Their worry and fretting made me uncomfortable and I woke up. It was 6:15am and I half wondered if it was actually Monday and needed to get up.
Instead I rolled back to sleep and began another dream.
My mother was alive this time. She was with me in some medical facility I have dreamed up before. Something wrong was with me. I can't remember all the details of what was going on.
What I remember most about my dream was walking became a difficult task and people weren't believing me when I would tell them how I could feel my heart racing and how my chest felt tight.
We started to leave, walking down this hallway. I made it to the reception and then felt like one of my legs locked up. My heart began to race and I grabbed for my chest. It is really hard to describe but somehow I was holding my heart in my hand. I was looking forward, but I could feel the muscle that is my heart, firmly in my hand and beating. Whether somehow my hand went into my chest or my heart came out. . .I don't know.
It didn't feel right to me as I could feel the muscle growing tense and almost drying up. It started to have the consistency of jerky. Then it stopped beating in my hand. My eyes rolled back and I collapsed.
The next moment in my dream was my body jumping and I tried to open my eyes. I saw some people standing over me including someone holding the paddles of a defibrillator.
I felt out of it, closed my eyes, and woke up in real life.
The third one wasn't as interesting. Me going through an eye exam. Ha ha.